We can’t take this anymore.
Extricated then left stranded, by these ingrates always wanting more.
But still we cling to these remains, like we’re holding onto nothing, as convictions slip away – but not today!
Take your insincere ramblings straight to no.1.
An ironic invasion of unjust promotion, as we obtain all they leave behind.
We can’t, we won’t let the parasites reside.
So we fumigate with heart and soul.
A scene built on truth is the worst place to tell lies.
Attack to defend our beliefs, our clarity, the way it was, before it’s lost.
We can’t let ourselves become what they presume us to be.
